"My eyes shall fancy not another dame,"
Long as I live, these words be my refrain:
"Whilst in my heart still burns eternal flame,
'Tis but a candle; ne'er to flare again."
What wrongs thou wrought are burned to ash and dust,
What bitter memories, long at last are gone;
What jealous anger, love and loath and lust
Have passed with thou to whate'er lies beyond.
Yet all the joy thou knew has passed with thee,
And now at rest, thou drinkst from purest Lethe;
While from life's shackles thou hath broken free,
Still thou must walk the weary path of death.
What sins thou hadst in life are washed away;
Yet now thou wander'st but a shade of gray.